Peek-a-boo is
the innocent art of surprise.
All it requires
is a pair of hands
covering a face, then
whipping those hands away
in one swift movement.
Of course,
the Father’s surprises are more
the masquerade variety.
He turns up in places
we’d never imagine
raises the dead
speaks through an ass
uses anglers to fish for men
and repeatedly chooses
the weak over the strong.
Surprise!
He sends messengers to alert us
but they are nobody’s
popular picks.
A few occasional priests?
Who can tell, considering
some behind masks
of unimpressive vagrants
like the one poorly attired
in camel’s hair
surviving on locusts and honey
and living where? The wilderness?
Hardly the neighborhood
of choice!
A new baptism and
an unexpected Baptizer
is on the way, says he.
And guess what?
This surprise is only
the beginning.
Well, come, Lord Jesus.
Your people are desperate for
the sacred surprise
of your glory, however
it may appear.
Mark 1:1–8